| Fed with rice and peanut sauce
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| 10 years later I smell the air with hash
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| And you're scared so you give all the blazes
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| Like a shlag on the verge of relapse
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| And I was told to choose my friends wisely
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| But I picked the wrong ones
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| So it was in the hall that you saw me
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| Where it's hard to say "I love you"
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| We prefer to say "I love the coiled" even if it means shooting for years
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| Clear the nearby bosses so you can control the area
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| I tell you no lies, you brew and then you dive
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| And it's your mother's cheeks that will do the role of sponge
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| Hanging out I found my kind
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| Misery doesn't pay, it takes a profitable business
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| A stone's throw from someone else's landing, the old woman is fed up
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| We spit, we brew, we smoke like it's normal
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| I'm in the lobby all night, I'm in the lobby all night
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| Hanging out I found my kind
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| I'm in the lobby all night, I'm in the lobby all night
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| Misery doesn't pay, it takes a profitable business
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| And the streets will teach you that the illegal is better than the legal
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| And that on the pitch it's better to be the scorer than the goal
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| I'll finish the evening in the room
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| Smoke my skull, go loco
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| Go out when the little one sleeps
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| Here rolls a bedo, make me P2
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| We did like the greats, the greats did like the old ones,
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| the little ones will do like us
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| Always the same building only changing heads motivated by the
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| sub slab
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| And when it gets tough, you involve the whole family
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| And that I can't make it up, it's the same in all the cities, you know that
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| Hanging out I found my kind
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| Misery doesn't pay, it takes a profitable business
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| A stone's throw from someone else's landing, the old woman is fed up
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| We spit, we drink, we smoke like it's normal
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| I'm in the lobby all night, I'm in the lobby all night
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| Hanging out I found my kind
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| I'm in the lobby all night, I'm in the lobby all night
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| Misery doesn't pay, it takes a profitable business (a real one) |